The story appears simple on the surface, but is revealed, especially after multiple viewings, as more multi-layered and textured than Cassavetes at his best. Ostensibly it concerns a 14-year old Catholic girl, Wynne (Agutter) growing up in this post-modern wasteland, who develops a crush on her much older adoptive brother (Marshall)- a crush which perversely deepens and grows into infatuation once she starts to believe he is the local sex killer. This is in itself an idea that makes you sit up and jolt, but as the narrative develops, it continues not necessarily along a linear path but in several confusing and fascinating directions: the family's history, (detailed effectively in chilling flashback during an improvised seance) is a chequered one, and has suffered at least one major relocation and upheaval in the last ten years. At the crux, however, it's the depiction of socialal changes that make I Start Counting so fascinating and elevate its language far beyond the confines of the standard horror film. The major subtext- that teenage girls were maturing more quickly than before, and developing full sexual and romantic appetites (even if in thought rather than deed) but were not possessed of enough discretion to make the right choices- was a step forward for a genre in which its young females had previously been portrayed as bimbo victims (Cover Girl Killer and The Night Caller spring to mind), but not one that all viewers would necessarily agree with. But most striking of all, and possibly the most enduring image which the viewer will take away with them, is of the masterful symbolism with which director Greene invests every shot. Every inch of the Kinch family's world- their house, their walls, their TV, Agutters underwear, bedroom furniture and toys, Sutcliffe's clothes, Marshalls van, the local Catholic church, their town centre, their record shop) - is painted a bright, scintillating white- a white which, by inference, is slowly becoming smudged and corrupted with the dirt of the outside world. White also symbolises, of course, purity and innocence (two qualities Catholic schoolgirls are supposed to hold dear), and it is into this world of innocence that the ever-present red bus (a symbol of violation and penetration), conducted by the lecherous yet similarly juvenile Simon Ward, makes regular journeys. The allegory is further expanded in one scene where Agutter believes she sees the Christ figure in church weeping blood: by the time we acknowledge it, its gone, but the seed has already been planted. Rarely in a genre production has the use of colour and background been so important or effective in creating a uniformity of mood. I Start Counting is as near-perfect an end to a decade as one could hope for, and exactly the kind of film people should be making now- which is, of course, exactly why they never will. A genre essential. by D.R.
把恐怖题材拍成了文艺片，女巫把腥风血雨过成了诗和远方。
恐怖外壳下的女性成长文艺片，真真1.5倍硬撑着看完
很有趣的一部电影。自然光+全程运动摄影。讲男与女，生与死，爱与恨。
送戛纳吧…文艺片导演别再耽误恐怖片爱好者了，只是图个刺激，结果看到心碎。女巫，世界的他者、规则的他者、爱的他者。生命的每时每刻都充满痛苦，都在流血。宗教美学镜头，挽歌配乐，诗般台词。女巫的一生，女人的一生。学会笑，学会哭，学会爱与被爱。Every of me thirst for every of him
披着女巫标签的女性电影，奇妙的视角，悲伤得如散文，在父权社会背景下女性所背负的一些东西。真的很美。
这世界燃烧着 痛苦着 这世界让人刺痛 让人恶心 然而 我可以去草地上玩耍 享受这片土地 可以用阳光包裹自己 在阳光中如同液体一般
还行，唯美深刻的女巫故事……介于轻b级片和诗歌之间……毫无违和感……演员都个顶个的出彩……画面旁白灯光服化也很极度细致……只是故事没那么打动我吧……类似欧洲聊斋……
我们羞于在家人面前袒露脆弱，这不是因为我们足够坚强，而是因为我们总觉得自己不够资格被爱。
有一说一，剧情挺失败的，很多因素没有交代清楚，只是一味的叠加冲突，但那句“秀珍啊，你在我才有女儿”真的哭死了。
好久没有看过这么折磨人又莫名长的电影了，设定蛮厉害，但是……确实一般
马其顿聊斋，懵懂女巫入世记。梦幻的手持摄影，空灵的和弦配乐，迟缓的叙事节奏，呓语般的诗意旁白，那股文艺腔调犹如泰伦斯·马利克附体。走出被囚困十几年的洞壁，开启一段认识自我的旅程，观察自然万物，品味人间疾苦，未被外界垢污的纯净灵魂不愿茹毛饮血，失去引导的年轻女巫不得不独自去探索眼前的陌生世界。用窃取他者皮囊的方式完成再造，笨拙的肢体、失语的喉咙、僵硬的表情，适应新躯壳的过程像婴儿初次睁开眼时的迷茫；女人、男人、动物、孩童，以不同物种，不同身份去介入并体验生命的历程；欲望、爱情、婚姻、生育，外来者融入村庄，学习人类社会的秩序习俗，她终于坚定地选择成为女人，成为母亲，在被痛苦灼烧着的世界里寻觅到缺失的幸福，却依然逃不过被诅咒的孤独宿命。重口小清新，血腥但不恐怖，猎奇表征下，内核仍是女性命题。
我不想什么泰隆斯马利克的风格，也不想看什么文艺片的基调和内涵，我只是想在无聊的时候看一部“恐怖片”！一星给女巫不停变身这个有趣的设定，一星给风景，一星给演技，但不妨碍作为一部恐怖片来看让我感到无聊和浪费时间。
血腥版小森林，小女巫版成长的烦恼，我好喜欢旁白絮絮叨叨的说“哎呀哎呀”
当你身边最亲密的人，在社会上也十分优秀的人，突然失去记忆失去自理能力，你会如何去做呢？又会如何对待这份感情呢？在这个浮躁的社会，人们没有去珍视情感的心里，都是麻木的，都是不仁的，网络面前都是张开圣嘴的人，在我打上这段文字的时候，你可否想过，我就是拿着屠刀的盗贼，请社会还给我们思想自由，我不想在做没有感情的傀儡—导演李玉超
“没了记忆还是人么？那是僵尸……”所有的体面和尊严在阿尔兹海默症面前都荡然无存……发病时有多无力 清醒那一刻就有多痛苦
差点被这评分唬住，啥也不是。恐怖片就好好拍恐怖片，尽整些花里花俏的东西。。。另，女主也挺高产的，尽拍些奇奇怪怪的片子。。。
比恐怖电影多很多，想起«Ida»和«Pieces of a Woman»。’A journey to learn life, death, gender, love and motherhood in a harsh but beautiful world, to understand one’s existence, place in whole universe’。
流动的女性意识，泰伦斯·马力克拍恐怖片的话估计就是这样了
我一点不觉得她可怜，而且这种跨界融合真的挺怪的
我不懂最后为啥看到女主把自己的孩子变成了女巫，那位老巫和这位女主要两眼泪汪汪……
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